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[thelostgirlfindingneverland]

Live and Learn: A tale of a girl going from pirate to lost girl. (Part 1)

I sit there taking in the sounds of the ship and smells of my surroundings as I lay in bed. Men yelling in the background, waves splashing the side of the ship, and that mix of salt water, cinnamon, and rum hung heavy in the air. This was the day, the day I would finally get some freedom from the confines of this ship. I was officially 16 and ready to start my life as a woman. I took a breath and rose from my bed reaching for the canteen of water at my bedside. I let out a yawn and contemplated getting ready as I took a sip. Any minute Killian would be in here yelling at me for sleeping in for the millionth time this week. Let me give you some background information. Killian Jones, Captain Hook as they call him, is my guardian. When I was 5 years old my parents died on a burning ship on their way to Southern France. I barely escaped the wreckage of the ship in a small paddleboat floating me out to sea. I was out there for 2 days before Killian found me floating about the ocean wailing for help. Killian saved me and raised me as his own. Teaching me the ways of a pirate and how to defend myself. You could say I was a little bit more than proficient with a dagger and cutlass. I was worth more than half of Kilian’s whole crew aboard the Jolly Roger. I smirked thinking about how the fight would go between myself and Smee, Killian’s right-hand man. Right on que Killian banged on the door, “Y/N, GET UP, THERE’S A LOT TO DO TODAY AND NO TIME TO WASTE!.”

“Ugh,” I replied, “I’ll be right out, getting changed now.” I stood up and went over to my wardrobe. “And there’s no reason to yell.”

Killian chuckled, “Alright, love, meet you out there.” “Okay,” I sassed, and I rolled my eyes.

Shuffling through my clothes I picked out the perfect outfit for the day. A short sleeved white blouse, a red corset with black fleur de ley details on it, black fitted trousers, tall black and red boots that went up to just below my knee, black armbands that hugged both of my wrists, and finally my belt that held my cutlass and daggers. I looked in the mirror and took my Y/H/C hair out of the long braid I had it in. Brushing it out I realized just how long my hair had gotten over the years. It was just passed the middle of my back reaching the top of the butt.  Today it was extra wavy as it spilled down my back. I went over to my vanity and picked up my heart necklace. I’ve had it ever since my parents passed. It’s the only memory I really have of them anymore. It was pure silver and had a ruby in the middle of the heart. Next I put on my silver and red earrings Killian got me for my birthday; they matched my necklace perfectly. Ready to go I tossed on my wide-brimmed black hat and left my quarters.

It was another beautiful day out on the sea. The sun beat down on us and the clouds danced around the sky bringing the sun in and out of focus. I took a deep breath taking in the sea air and looked around. The crew was up to the usual routine. Killian was running the ship from the quarterdeck steering the Jolly Roger along the ocean. Smee  was on the deck ordering the crew around. He turned around, “Ahoy lassie, good day isn’t it?” “Yes, it is indeed.” I replied as I hopped up the stairs. “Goodmornin’, Killian,” I said as I wrapped my arm around his back and leaned on his left shoulder giving him a side hug. “Ahoy Ash,” he replied. “So where are we headed today?” I questioned. “Neverland, got a trade deal I set up with Pan.” My eyes brightened, “Neverland?!” We have been there several times trading and Killian never, like not even once, ever let me leave the ship. “Will you finally let me join the crew for the deal?” I asked looking up at him with my big, Y/E/C  eyes. He let out an annoyed breath. “Y/N, what have I told you. Pan is dangerous and those ruffians he runs around with are too. Neverland is a dangerous place. So no, you cannot.”

“Killian,” I whined. “Come on, they’re just a bunch of kids. Pleeeeeaaaaaassssseeee.”

“No,” he retorted, “And that’s my final answer. We will dock and I’ll leave Charlie and Davie here to watch you.”

I let out a loud huff as I crossed my arms. “Fine, I’ll be up in the crow’s nest,” I spat as walked away. “Hey there lassie, no need for the attitude. I still haven’t thought of the proper punishment for you getting squiffy last night. Don’t think I didn’t notice,” he said looking at me raising his brow. I turned around arms still crossed, “Oh come on Killi I just had a little and we were celebrating my birthday. I practically a woman you know?” At that he let out a chuckle, “Sure, whatever you say love.” I huffed and walked away. What, I was practically a woman and I needed freedom. Freedom from ship and freedom from his demands. I would find a way off this ship, one way or another when we arrived in Neverland.